Baron Wallace's eyes fluttered open, disoriented and heavy with the remnants of an unusually deep sleep.
"How many days has it been?" he muttered, rubbing his eyes and stretching his muscles, feeling a strange mixture of rejuvenation and lethargy.
It was as though his body and spirit had been settling, soaking in rest like a sponge absorbs water.
He glanced to his side and noticed the darkness outside the window, the night still cloaked in silence except for the distant chirping of nocturnal insects.
"Is it still night?"
Wallace asked himself, frowning slightly. The silver light of the moon filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across his room. He let out a contented snort. "I'll sleep again until I feel satisfied," he decided, nestling back into his soft, luxurious bed.
Just as he was about to drift off once more, his eyes widened.
